The charge was spent, not from its lack of strength but because they had struck an obstacle.

They had reckoned ill, because they had not reckoned upon all the resources of Stonewall Jackson's mind.

He had stemmed the rout in person and now he was pushing forward the Stonewall Brigade, five regiments, which always had but two alternatives, to conquer or to die.

Hill and Ewell with fresh troops were coming up also on his flanks, and now the blue and the gray, face to face again, closed in mortal combat.
"We've stopped! We've stopped! Do you hear it, we've stopped!" exclaimed Pennington, his face a ghastly reek of dust and perspiration, his eyes showing amazement and wonder how the halt could have happened.

Dick shared in the terrible surprise.